The Madness of An Unaccustomed Mood

"The madness of an unaccustomed mind..." Edna St. Vincent Millay

I can't hang...

These anxiety

ridden thoughts

that plague

my mind

folding

my third

heaping pile

of laundry

this

morning...

"The madness

of an unaccustomed

mood..." is more

like it.

Even though

this frame

of mind

has become

customary.

When felt

takes on

the moment

I am

unaccustomed to..

"Fuck the world..."

Sometimes

things get

a little dicey

after finishing

organizing

everything untidy

in an

unaccustomed

mood.

Mostly because

I am confused

by all this

inconceivable disorder

allied with chaos.

Where is our third eye

staring at us

from the middle

of our chests.

This

madness.

© 2019 Jamie Lee Hamann